Saliq Musfara:
"Lord Mayor Kazmerak, I am sympathetic but it seems to me your best protection in the long run would be to find a willing noble to protect you and Salt Flats and Newstead. Even should we defeat these ogres what is to stop another such threat coming against you? Are all the lords of Stormhaven so bad none would be acceptable as your prince?"
The illusionist who was himself a prince without a principality was looking very thoughtful.
Kazmerak bristles a bit when pressed on the matter of swearing allegiance to one of any number of Stormhaven's petty nobility. That's how it starts. You give away a little bit of your freedom and then next thing you know, the yoke is around the neck.
He holds up his hand to ward off the thought of such an endeavor.
"But at what cost? For which noble in that scheming place of swindlers and cutthroats would be preferable, I ask?"
Kazmerak further relates that many have come trying to exercise political or economic control over his village, all through devious means no less.
"They would have me serve as little more than a coin-collector, living on a pittance, my people slaves, while they sit in the lap of luxury in their golden towers!"
Clearly, Kazmerak has a mind to remain independent, while he is able.
Rath:
"How do these ogres strike?" Rath asks, scratching his neck. "It's happened more than once, right? Same way, each time? Do they actually come into the village, or are they picking up wanderers? Anything you can tell me might be of use."
Kazmerak explains that the attacks always originate from the Shepherd's Ford, wide but shallow crossing of the Elsir River about a half mile south of the village proper. The ogres then confine most of their attacks to the outlying farms, but it is not unknown for them to strike into the heart of the village either.
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